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LITTLE LUCY'S 


WONDERFUL GLOBE 


BY 

CHARLOTTE M. YONGE 

AUTHOR OF “THE HEIR OF REDCLYFFE” 


“ Young fingers idly roll 

The niwiic earth, or trace 
In picture bright of blue and gold. 

The orbs that round the sky's deep fold 
Each other circling chase " — Keble 


EDUCATIONAL PUBLISHING COMPANY 

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New York Chicago San Francisco 


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Copyrighted 

By EDUCATIONAL PUBLISHING COMPANY, 
1898. 

TWO COPIES RECEIVED, 





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CONTENTS 


Chapter 

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Mother Bunch 




PAGE 

5 

Chapter 

II. 

Visitors from the South Seas 




18 

Chapter 

III. 

Italy 


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39 

Chapter 

IV. 

Greenland .... 




47 

Chapter 

V. 

Tyrol 




52 

Chapter 

VI. 

Africa 




58 

Chapter 

VII. 

Laplanders .... 




66 

Chapter 

VIII. 

China 




72 

Chapter 

IX. 

Kamschatka .... 




81 

Chapter 

X. 

The Turk .... 




87 

Chapter 

XI. 

Switzerland .... 




99 

Chapter 

XII. 

The Cossack r . . , 




105 

Chapter 

XIII. 

Spain 




111 

Chapter 

XIV. 

Germany 




119 

Chapter 

XV. 

Paris in the Siege . 




125 

Chapter 

XVI. 

The American Guest 


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131 

Chapter XVII. 

The Dream of all Nations 




139 


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“I’M LOOKING AT THE GKEAT BIG GLOBE THAT UNCLE JOE SAID I MIGHT TOUCH,” 

SAID LUCV. 


LITTLE LUCY'S 

Wonderful Globe. 


CHAPTEK I. 

MOTHER BUNCH. 

There was once a wonderful fortnight in little 
Lucy’s life. One evening she went to bed very tired 
and cross and hot, and in the morning when she 
looked at her arms and legs they were all covered 
with red spots, rather pretty to look at, only they 
were dry and prickly. 

Nurse was frightened when she looked at them. 
She turned all the little sisters out of the night 
nursery, covered Lucy up close, and ordered her not 
to stir, certainly not to go into hei- bath. Then 
there was a whispering and a running about, and 


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Lucy was half alarmed, but more pleased at being 
so important, for she did not feel at all ill, and quite 
enjoyed the tea and toast that ISTurse brought up to 
her. Just as she was beginning to think it rather 
tiresome to lie there with nothing to do, except to 
watch the flies buzzing about, there was a step on 
the stairs and up came the doctor. He was an old 
friend, very good-natured, and he made fun with 
Lucy about having turned into a spotted leopard, 
just like the cowry shell on Mrs. Bunker’s mantel- 
piece. Indeed, he said he thought she was such a 
curiosity that Mrs. Bunker would come for her and 
set her up in the museum, and then he went away. 
Suppose, oh, suppose she did! 

Mrs. Bunker, or Mother Bunch, as Lucy and 
her brothers and sisters called her, was housekeeper 
to their Uncle Joseph. He was really their great 
uncle, and they thought him any age you can 
imagine. They would not have been much sur- 
prised to hear that he had sailed with Christopher 
Columbus, though he was a strong, hale, active man, 


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much less easily tired than their own papa. He had 
been a ship’s surgeon in his younger days, and had 
sailed all over the world, and collected all sorts of 
curious things, besides which he was a very v/ise 
and learned man, and had made some great dis- 
covery. It was not America. Lucy knew that her 
elderly brother understood what it was, but it was 
not worth troubling her head about, only somehow 
it made ships go safer, and so he had had a pension 
given him as a reward. He had come home and 
bought a house about a mile out of the town, and 
built up a high room from which to look at the stars 
with his telescope, and to try his experiments in, 
and a long one besides for his mnseum; yet, after 
all, he was not much there, for whenever there was 
anything wonderful to be seen, he always went off 
to look at it, and, whenever there was a meeting of 
learned men — scientific men was the right word — 
they always wanted him to help them make speeches 
and show wonders. He was away now. He had 
gone away to wear a red cross on his arm, and help 


LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


to take care of the wounded in the sad war between 
the French and the Germans. 

But he had left Mother Bunch behind him. 
IS^obody knew exactly what was Mrs. Bunker’s 
nation; indeed she could hardly be said to have had 
any, for she had been born at sea, and had been a 
sailor’s wife; but whether she was mostly English, 
Dutch, or Danish, nobody knew and nobody cared. 
Her husband had been lost at sea, and Uncle Joseph 
had taken her to look after his house, and always 
said she was the only woman who had sense and 
discretion enough ever to go into his laboratory or 
dust his museum. 

She was very kind and good natured, and there 
was nothing that the children liked better than a walk 
to Uncle Joseph’s, and, after a play in the garden, 
tea with her. And such quantities of sugar there 
were in her room! such curious cakes made in the 
fashion of different countries I such funny preserves 
from all parts of the world ! And still more delight- 
ful, such cupboards and drawers full of wonderful 


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things, and such stories about them ! The younger 
ones liked Mrs. Bunker’s room better than Uncle 
Joseph’s museum, where there were some big stuffed 
beasts with glaring eyes that frightened them ; and 
they had to walk round with hands behind, that 
they might not touch anything, or else their uncle’s 
voice was sure to call out gruffly, ” Paws off! ” 

Mrs. Bunker was not a bit like the smart house- 
keepers at other houses. To be sure, on Sundays 
she came out in a black silk gown with a little 
flounce at the bottom, a scarlet China crape shawl 
with a blue dragon upon it — his wings over her 
back, and a claw over each shoulder, so that who- 
ever sat behind her in church was terribly distracted 
by trying to see the rest of him — and a very big 
yellow Tuscan bonnet, trimmed with sailor’s blue 
ribbon. 

But during the week and about the house she 
wore a green gown, with a brown holland apron 
and bib over it, quite straight all the way down, for 
she had no particular waist, and her hair, which was 


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of a funny kind of flaxen grey, she bundled up and 
tied round, without any cap or anything else on her 
head. One of the little boys had once called her 
Mother Bunch, because of her stories; and the name 
fitted her so well that the whole family, and even 
Uncle Joseph, took it up. 

Lucy was very fond of her; but when about an 
hour after the doctor’s visit she was waked by a 
rustling and a lumbering on the stairs, and presently 
the door opened, and the second best big bonnet — 
the go-to-market bonnet with the turned ribbons — 
came into the room with Mother Bunch’s face under 
it, and the good-natured voice told her she was to 
be carried to Uncle Joseph’s and have oranges and 
tamarinds, she did begin to feel like the spotted 
cowry-shell to think about being set on the 
chimney-piece, to cry, and say she wanted Mamma. 

The I^urse and Mother Bunch began to com- 
fort her, and explain that the doctor thought she 
had the scarlatina; not at all badly; but that if any 
of the others caught it, nobody could guess how 


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bad they would be; especially Mamma, who had just 
been ill; and so she was to be rolled up in her 
blankets, and put into a carriage, and taken to her 
uncle’s; and there she would stay till she was not 
only well, but could safely come home without 
carrying infection about with her. 

Lucy was a good little girl, and knew that she 
must bear it ; so, though she could not help crying a 
little when she found she must not kiss any one, nay 
not even see them, and that nobody might go with 
her but Lonicera, her own china doll, she made 
up her mind bravely; and she was a good deal 
cheered when Clare, the biggest and best of all the 
dolls, was sent into her, with all her clothes, by 
Maude, her eldest sister, to be her companion, — it 
was such an honor and so very kind of Maude that 
it quite warmed the sad little heart. 

So Lucy had her little scarlet flannel dressing 
gown on, and her shoes and stockings, and a 
wonderful old knitted hood with a tippet to it, and 
then she was rolled round and round in all her bed- 


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clothes, and Mrs. Bunker took her up like a very 
big baby, not letting any one else touch her. How 
Mrs. Bunker got safe down all the stairs no one can 
tell, but she did, and into the carriage, and there 
poor little Lucy looked back and saw at the 
windows Mamma’s face, and Papa’s, and Maude’s, 
and all the rest, all nodding and smiling to her, but 
Maude was crying all the time, and perhaps Mamma 
was too. 

The journey seemed very long; and Lucy was 
really tired when she was put down at last in a big 
bed, nicely warmed for her, and with a bright fire in 
the room. As soon as she had had some beef-tea, 
she went off soundly to sleep and only woke to 
drink tea, give the dolls their supper, and put them 
to sleep. 

The next evening she was sitting up by the fire, 
and the fourth day she was running about the 
house as if nothing had ever been the matter with 
her, but she was not to go home for a fortnight; 
and being wet, cold, dull weather, it was not always 


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easy to amuse herself. She had her dolls, to be 
sure, and the little dog Don, to play with, and 
sometimes Mrs. Bunker would let her make funny 
things with the dough, or stone the raisins, or even 
help make a pudding; but still there was a good 
deal of time on her hands. She had only two books 
with her, and the rash had made her eyes weak, so 
that she did not much like reading them. The 
notes that every one wrote from home were quite 
enough for her. What she liked best — that is, 
when Mrs. Bunker could not attend to her — was to 
wander about the museum, explaining the things to 
the dolls: ''That is a crocodile, Lonicera; it eats 
people up, and has a little bird to pick its teeth. 
Look, Clare, that bony thing is a skeleton — the 
skeleton of a lizard. Paws off, my dear; mustn’t 
touch. That’s amber, just like barley sugar, only 
not so nice; people make necklaces of it. There’s 
a poor little dead fly inside. Those are the dear 
delightful humming-birds; look at their crests, just 
like Mamma’s jewels. See the shells; aren’t they 


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beauties? People get pearls out of those great flat 
ones, and dive all down to the bottom of the sea 
after them; mustn’t touch, my dear, only look; paws 
off.”. 

One would think that Lonicera’s curved fingers, 
all in one piece, and Clare’s blue leather hands 
had been very moveable and mischievous, judging 
by the number of times this warning came; but of 
course it was Lucy herself who wanted it most, for 
her own little plump, pinky hands did almost tingle 
to handle and turn round those pretty shells. She 
wanted to know whether the amber tasted like 
barley-sugar, as it looked; and there was a little 
musk deer, no bigger than Don, whom she longed 
to stroke, or still better lo let Lonicera ride;- but 
she was a good little girl, and had real sense of 
honor, which never betrays a trust; so she never 
laid a finger on anything but what Uncle Joe had 
once given them leave to move. 

This was a very big pair of globes — bigger 
than globes commonly are now, and with more 


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frames round them — one great flat one, with odd 
names painted on it, and another brass one, nearly 
upright, going half-way round from top to bottom, 
and with the globe hung upon it by two pins, which 
Lucy’s elder sisters called the poles, or the ends of 
the axis. The huge round balls went very easily 
with a slight touch, and there was something very 
charming in making them go whisk, whisk, whisk; 
now faster, now slower, now spinning so quickly 
that nothing on them could be seen, now turning 
slowly and gradually over and showing all that was 
on them. 

The mere twirling was quite enough for Lucy 
at first, but soon she liked to look at what was on 
them. One she thought more entertaining than the 
other. It was covered with wonderful creatures: 
one bear was fastened by his long tail to the pole; 
another bigger one was trotting round; a snake was 
coiling about anywhere; a lady stood disconsolate 
against a rock; another sat in a chair; a giant 
sprawled with a club in one hand and a lion’s skin 


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ill the other; a big dog and a little dog stood on 
their hind legs; a lion seemed just about to spring 
on a young maiden’s head; and all were thickly 
spotted over, just as if they had Lucy’s rash, with 
stars big and little: and still more strange, her 



brothers declared these were the stars in the sky, 
and this was the way people found their road at sea; 
but if Lucy asked how, they always said she was 
not big enough to understand, and it had not 
occurred to Lucy to ask whether the truth was not 
that they were not big enough to explain. 



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The other globe was all in pale green, with 
pink and yellow outlines on it, and quantities of 
names. Lucy had had to learn some of these names 
for her geography, and she did not want to think of 
lessons now; so she rather kept out of the way of 
looking at it at first, till she had really grown tired 
of all the odd men and women and creatures upon 
the celestial sphere; but by and by she began to 
roll the other by way of variety. 



CHAPTER II. 


VISITORS FROM THE SOUTH SEAS. 

”Miss Lucy, you’re as quiet as a mouse. 'Not 
in any mischief?” said Mrs. Bunker, looking into 
the museum; ''why, what are you doing there?” 

" I’m looking at the great big globe, that Uncle 
Joe said I might touch,” said Lucy. " Here are 
all the names just like my lesson-book at home: 
Europe, Asia, Africa, and America. ” 

"Why, bless the child! where else should they 
be? There are all the oceans and seas besides that 
I’ve crossed over, many’s the time, with poor Ben 
Bunker, who was last seen off Cape Hatteras.” 

" What, all these great green places, with 
Atlantic and Pacific on them; you don’t really 
mean that you’ve sailed over them! I should like 
to make an ant do it on a sunflower seed! How 


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could you, Mother Bunch? You are not small 
enough.” 

”Ho! ho!” said the housekeeper, laughing; 
does the child think I sailed on that very globe 
there ? ” 

''I know one learns names,” said Lucy; ”but 
is it real?” 

^'Beal! Why, Missie, don’t you see it’s a sort 
of a picture? There’s your photograph now, it’s 
not as big us you, but it shows you; and so a 
chart, or a map, or a globe, is just a pictui*e of 
the shapes of the coast-line of the land and the 
sea, and the rivers in them, and mountains, and 
the like. Look here ! ” And she made Lucy stand 
on a chair and look at a map of her own town that 
was hanging against the wall, showing her all the 
chief buildings, the churches, streets, the town hal’, 
and at last helping her to find her own Papa’s house. 

When Lucy had traced all the corners she had 
to turn in going from home to Uncle Joe’s, and had 
even found little frizzles for the five jnaple trees 


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before the Parsonage, she understood that the map 
was a small picture of the situation of the buildings 
in the town, and thought she could find her way to 
some new place if she studied it well. 



Then Mrs. Bunker showed her a big map of the 
whole country, and there Lucy found the river, and 
the roads, and the names of the villages near, as she 
had seen or heard of them ; and she began to under- 
stand that a map or globe really brought distant 
places into an exceedingly small picture, and that 
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of houses and churches; that a branching black 
line was a flowing river full of water; a curve in, 
a pretty bay shut in with rocks and hills; a point 
jutting out, generally a steep rock with a lighthouse 
on it. 

” And all these places are countries, Bunchey, 
are they, with fields and houses like ours?” 

Houses, yes, and fields, but not always so 
very like ours, Miss Lucy.” 

” And are there little children, boys and girls, 
in them all?” 

” To be sure there are, else how would the 
world go on? Why, I’ve seen them by swarms, 
white or brown or black, iTinning down to the 
shore as soon as the vessel cast anchor; and what- 
ever color they were, you might be sure of two 
things. Miss Lucy, in which they were all alike.” 

'^Oh, what, Mrs. Bunker?” 

''Why, in making plenty of noise, and in 
wanting all they could get to eat. But they were 
little darlings, some of them, if I only could have 


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got at them to make them a bit cleaner. Some of 
them looked for all the world like the little bronze 
images your Uncle has got in the museum, which he 
brought from Italy, and they hadn’t a rag more 
clothing on either. They were in India. Dear, 
dear, to see them tumble about in the surf! ” 

'' Oh, what fun ! what fun ! I wish I could see 
them.” 

'' You would be right glad, Missie, I can tell 
you, if you had been three or four months aboard 
a vessel with nothing but dry biscuits and salt junk, 
and may be a tin of preserved vegetables just to 
keep it wholesome, to see the black fellows come 
grinning alongside with their boats and canoes 
all full of oranges and limes and grape-fruit and 
cocoanuts. Doesn’t one’s mouth fairly water for 
them?” 

”Do please sit down, there’s a good Mother 
Bunch, and tell me all about them. Come, please 
do.” 

” Suppose I did. Miss Lucy, where would your 


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poor uncle’s preserved ginger be, that no one knows 
from real West Indian ginger?” 

'' Oh, let me come into your room, and you can - 
tell me all the time you are doing the ginger.” 

''It is very hot there, Missie.” 

" That will be more like some of the places. 
I’ll suppose I’m there! Look, Mrs. Bunker! here’s 
a whole green sea; the tiniest little dots all over it.” 
There can’t be people in them.” 

"Dots? You’d hardly see all over one of those 
dots if you were in one. That’s the South Sea, Miss 
Lucy, and those are the loveliest isles, except, may 
be, the West Indies, that ever I saw.” 

" Tell me about them, please,” entreated Lucy. 

" Here’s one ; it’s name is — is Isabel — such a little 
wee one.” 

" I can’t tell you much of those South Sea Isles, 
Missie, as I made only one voyage among them, 
when Bunker chartered the Penguin for the sandal- 
wood trade; and we did not touch at many, for the 
natives were tierce and savage, and thought nothing 


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of coming down with arrows and spears at a boat’s 
crew. So we only went to such islands as the mis- 
sionaries had been to, and had made the people more 
gentle and civil.” 

” Tell me all about it,” said Lucy, following the 
old woman hither and thither as she bustled about, 
talking all the time, and stirring her pan of ginger 
over the hot plate. 

How it happened, it is not easy to say. The 
room was very warm, and Mother Bunch went on 
'king as she stirred, and a steam rose up, and by 
1 by it seemed to Lucy that she had a great 
.eezing fit; and wdien she looked again into the 
smoke, what did she see but two little black figures, 
faces, heads and feet all black, but with an odd sort 
of white garment round their waists, and some fine 
red and green feathers sticking out of their wooly 
heads. 

''Mrs. Bunker, Mrs. Bunker!” she cried; 
"what’s this? Who are these ugly figures?” 

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LUCY HAD A GREAT SNEEZING FIT, AND WHEN SHE LOOKED AGAIN INTO THE SMOKE 
WHAT DID SHE SEE BUT TWO LITTLE BLACK FIGURES. 


LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


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have been some strange language, it sounded like 
English to Lncy. Is that the way little white girl 
speaks to boy and girl that have come all the way 
from Isabel to see her?’’ 

''Oh, indeed! little Isabel boy, I beg your 
pardon. I didn’t know you were real, nor that 
you could understand me! I am so glad to see you. 
Hush, Don! don’t bark so!” 

"Pig, pig; I never heard a pig squeak like 
that,” said the black stranger. 

" Pig ! It is a little dog. Have you no dogs in 
yonr country?” 

" Pigs go on four legs. That must be pig.” 

" AVhat, you have nothing that goes on four 
legs but a pig! What do you eat, then, besides pig?’’ 

"Yams, eoeoa-nnt, fish — oh, so good, and put 
pig into hole among hot stones, make a fire over, 
bake so nice ! ” 

"You shall have some of my tea and see if that 
is as nice,” said Lucy. "What a funny dress you 
have; what is it made of?” 


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LITTLE LUCrS WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


'' Tapa cloth,” said the little girl. ” We get the 
bark off the tree, and then we go hammer, hammer, 
thump, thump, till all the hard thick stuff comes 
off; ” and Lucy, looking near, saw that the sub- 
stance was really all a lace work of fibre, about as 
close as the net of N^urse’s caps. 

" Is that all your clothes?” she asked. 

''Yes, till I am a warrior,” said the boy; "then 
they will tattoo my forehead, and arms, and breast, 
and legs.” 

" Tattoo? what’s that! ” 

"Make little holes, and lines all over the skin 
with a sharp shell, and rub in juice that turns it all 
to blue and purple lines.” 

"But doesn’t it hurt dreadfully ? ” asked Lucy. 

"Hurt! to be sure it does, but that will show 
that I am brave. When father comes home from 
the war he paints himself white.” 

"White?” 

" With lime made by burning coral, and he 
jumps and dances and shouts. I shall go to the 
war one of these days.” 


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”Oh no, don’t!” said Lucy, 'Mt is horrid.” 

The boy laug-hed, but the little girl whispered, 
” Good white men say so. Some day Lavo will go 
and learn, and leave off fighting.” 

Lavo shook his head. ''No, not yet; I will be 
brave chief and warrior first, — bring home many 
heads of enemies.” 

"I — T think it nice to be quiet,” said Lucy; 
"and — and — won’t you have some dinner?” 

"Have you baked a pig?” asked Lavo. 

" I think this is mutton,” said Lucy, when the 
dish came up, — "It is sheep’s flesh.” 

Lavo and his sister had no notion what sheep 
were. They wanted to sit cross-legged on the floor, 
but Lucy made each of them sit in a chair properly; 
but then they shocked her by picking up the mut- 
ton-chops and stuffing them into their mouths with 
their fingers. 

" Look here ! ” and she showed the knives and 
forks. 

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LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


fish with! and knife — knife — I’ll kill foes! much 
better than shell knife.” 

'' And I’ll dig yams,” said the sister. 

” Oh, no ! ” entreated Lucy, '' we have spades 
to dig with, soldiers have swords to fight with; 
these are to eat with.” 

''I can eat much better without,” said Lavo; 
but to please Lucy his sister did try; slashing hard 
away with her knife, and digging her fork straight 
into a bit of meat. Then she very nearly ran it 
into her eye, and Lucy, who knew it was not good 
manners to laugh, was very near choking herself. 
And at last, saying the knife and fork were '' great 
good — great good; but none for eating,” they stuck 
them through the great tortoise shell rings they had 
in their ears and noses. Lucy was distressed about 
Uncle Joseph’s knives and forks, which she knew 
she ought not to give away; but while she was 
looking about for Mrs. Bunker to interfere, Don 
seemed to think it his business and began to growl 
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LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


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'' A tree, a tree ! ” cried the Isabelites, '' where -s 
a tree?” And while they spoke, Lavo had climbed 
lip the side of the door, and was sitting astride on 
the top of it, grinning down at the dog; and his 
sister had her feet on the lock, going np after him. 

” Tree houses,” they cried ; ” there we are safe 
from our enemies.” 

And Lucy found rising before her, instead of 
her own nursery, a huge tree, on the top of a 
mound. Basket-work had been woven between 
the branches to make floors, and on these were 
huts of bamboo cane; there were ladders hanging 
down made of strong creepers twisted together, 
and above and around, the cries of cockatoos and 
parrots and the chirp of grasshoppers rang in her 
ears. She laid hold of the ladder of creeping plants 
and began to climb, but soon her head swam, she 
grew giddy, and called out to Lavo to help her. 
Then suddenly she found herself curled up in 
Mrs. Bunker’s big beehive chair, and she wondered 
whether she had been asleep. 



CHAPTEE III. 


ITALY. 

” If I could only have such another funny 
dream!” said Lucy. '^Mother Bunch, have you 
ever been to Italy?” and she put her finger on 
the long leg and foot, kicking at three-cornered 
Sicily. 

'^Yes, Missie, that I have; come out of this 
cold room and I’ll tell you.” 

Lucy was soon curled in her chair; but no, 
she wasn’t! She was under such a blue, blue sky, 
as she had never dreamt of; clear, sharp, purple 
hills rose up against it. There was a rippling 
little fountain, bursting out of a rock, carved with 
old, old caryings, broken now and defaced, but 
shadowed over by lovely maidenhair fern and trail- 
ing bindweed; and in a niche above a little roof, a 


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LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


figure of the Blessed Virgin . Some way off stood 
a long, low house propped up against the rich yel- 
low stone walls and pillars of another old, old 
building, and with a great chestnut-tree shadowing 
it. It had a balcony, and the gable end was open, 
and full of big yellow pumpkins and clusters of 
grapes hung up to dry; and some goats were 
feeding round. 

Then came a merry, merry voice singing some- 
thing about la vendemmia; and though Lucy had 
never learnt Italian, her wonderful dream knowledge 
made her sure that this meant the vintage, the 
grape-gathering. Presently there came along a 
youth playing a violin and a little girl singing. 
And a whole party of other children, all loaded with 
as many grapes as they could carry, came leaping 
and singing after them; their black hair loose, or 
sometimes twisted with vine-leaves; their big black 
eyes dancing with merriment, and their bare, brown 
legs with glee. 

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ing as she beat her tambourine, ” here’s a stranger 
who has no grapes; bring them here! ” 

” But,” said Lucy, '' aren’t they your mamma’s 
grapes; may you give them away?” 

”Ah, ah ! ’tis the vendemmia ! all may eat grapes ; 
as much as they will. See, there’s the vineyard.” 

Lucy saw on the slope of the hill above the cot- 
tage long poles such as hops grow upon, and vines 
trained about hither and thither in long festoons, 
with leaves growing purple with autumn, and 
clusters hanging down. Men in shady, battered 
hats, bright sashes and braces, and white shirt 
sleeves, and women with handkerchiefs folded 
square over their heads, were cutting the grapes 
down, and piling them up in baskets; and a low cart 
drawn by two mouse-colored oxen, with enormous 
wide horns and gentle-looking eyes, was waiting to 
be loaded with baskets. 

'' To the wine-press ! to the press ! ” shouted the 
children, who were politeness itself and wanted to 
show her everything. 


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LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


The wine-press was a great marble trough with 
pipes leading off into other vessels around. Into it 
went the grapes, and in the midst were men and 
boys and little children, all with bare feet and legs 
up to the knees, dancing and leaping, and bounding 
and skipping upon the grapes, while the red juice 
covered their brown skins. 

” Come in, come in; you don’t know how charm- 
ing it is ! ” cried Cecco. '' It is the best time of all the 
year, the dear vintage; come in and tread the grapes.” 

'' But you must take off your shoes and stock- 
ings,” said his sister, Nunziata; -'we neve-r wear 
them but on Sundays and holidays.” 

Lucy was not sure that she might, but the chil- 
dren looked so joyous, and it seemed to be such fun, 
that she began fumbling with the buttons of her boots, 
and while she was doing it she opened her eyes, and 
found that her beautiful bunch of grapes was only 
the cushion in the bottom of Mother Bunch’s chair. 




“is that the way you get fish ?” SHE ASKED 



CHAPTER lY. 

GREENLAND. 


suppose I tried what the very cold coun- 
tries are like ! ’’ 

And Lucy bent over the globe till she was . 
nearly ready to cut her head off with the brass 
meridian, as she looked at the long, jagged tongue, 
with no particular top to it, hanging down on the 
east side of America. Perhaps it was the making 
herself so cold that did it, but she found herself in 
the midst of snow, snow, snow! All was snow 
except the sea, and that was a deep green, and in 


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LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


it were monstrous, floating white things, pinnacled 
all over like a Cathedral, and as big, and with 
hollows in them of glorious deep blue and green, 
like jewels; Lucy knew they were icebergs. A so]*t 
of fringe of these cliffs of ice hemmed in the shore. 
And on one of them stood what she thought at first 
was a little brown bear, for the light was odd, the 
sun was so very low down, and there was so much 
glare from the snow that it seemed nnnatiirah 
However, before she had time to be afraid of the 
bear, she saw that it was really a little boy, with a 
hood and coat and leggings all of thick, thick fur, 
and a spear in his hand, with which he every now 
and then made a dash at a fish, — great cod fish, 
such as Mamma had often on a Friday. 

Into them went his spear, up came the poor fish, 
which was strung with some others on a string the 
boy carried. Lucy crept up as well as she could oil 
the slippery ice, and the little Esquimaux stared at 
her with a kind of stupid surprise. 

” Is that the way you get fish?” she asked. 


LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


49 


” Yes, and seals; father gets them,” he said. 

” Oh, wdiat’s that swimming out there? ” 

” That’s a white bear, he said, coolly; ''we had 
better get home.” 

Lucy thought so indeed ; only where was 



home? — that puzzled her. However, she trotted 
along by the side of her companion, and presently 
came to what might have been an enormous snow- 
ball, but there was a hole in it. Y"es, it was hollow; 
and as her companion made for the opening, she 
saw more little stout figures rolled up in furs inside. 


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LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


Then she perceived that it was a house built up of 
blocks of snow, arranged so as to make the shape 
of a beehive, all frozen together, and with a window 
of ice. It made her shiver to think of going in, but 
she thought the white bear might come after her, 
and in she went. Even her little head had to 
bend under the low doorway, and behold, it was 
the very closest, stuffiest, if not the hottest place 
she had ever been in! There was a kind of lamp 
burning in the hut; that is, a wick was floating in 
some oil, but there was no glass, such as Lucy had 
been apt to think the chief part of a lamp, and all 
round it squatted upon skins these queer little stumpy 
figures dressed so much alike that there was no 
knowing the men from the women, except that the 
women had much bigger boots, and used them 
instead of pockets, and they had their babies in bags 
of skin upon their backs. 

They seemed to be kind people, for they made 
room near their lamp for the little girl, and asked her 
where she had been wrecked. Then one of the woinen 


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51 


cut otF a great lump of raw something — was it a 
walrus, with that round head and big tusks? — and 
lield it up to her; and when Lucy shook her head 
and said, ]N^o, thank you,” as civilly as she could, 
the woman tore it in two, and handed a lump over 
her shoulder to her baby, Avho began to gnaw it. 
Then her first friend, the little boy, hoping to please 
her better, offered her some drink. Ah ! it was oil, 
just like the oil that was burning in the lamp! — 
horrid oil from the whales! She could not help 
shaking lier head; and so much that she woke her- 
self up! 




TYROL. 

'' Suppose I could see where that dear little 
black chamois horn came from ! But Mother Bunch 
can’t tell me about that I’m afraid, for she always 
went by sea, and here’s the Tyrol without one bit 
of sea near it. It’s just one of the strings to the 


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great knot of mountains that tie Europe up in 
the middle. Oh! what is a mountain like?” 

Then suddenly came on Lucy’s ears a loud 
blast like a trumpet; another answered it farther 
off, another fainter still, and as she started up she 
found she was standing on a little shelf of green 
grass with steep slopes of stones and rock above, 
below, and around her; and rising up all round 
were huge, tall hills, their smooth slopes green 
and grassy, but in the steep places all terrible cliff 
and precipice; and as they were seen further away 
they looked a beautiful purple, like a thunder- 
cloud. 

Close to Lucy grew blue gentians like 
those in Mamma’s garden, and Alpine roses, and 
black orchids; but she did not know how to come 
down, and was getting rather frightened, when a 
clear little voice said, ” Little lady, have you lost 
your way? Wait till the evening hymn is over, 
and I’ll come and help you;” and then Lucy stood 
and listened, while from all the peaks whence the 


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LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


horns had been blown there came the strong, sweet 
sound of an evening hymn, all joining together, 
while there arose distant echoes of others farther 
away. When it was over, one shout of ''Jodel” 
echoed from each point, and then all was still except 
for the tinkling of a little cow-bell. That’s the 
way we wish each other good night,” said the little 
girl, as the shadows mounted high on the tops of 
the mountains, leaving them only peaks of rosy 
light. ''Now come to the chalet, and sister Rose 
will give you some milk.” 

" Help me. I’m afraid,” said Lucy. 

"That is nothing,” said the mountain maiden 
springing up to her like a kid, in spite of her great 
heavy shoes ; " you should see the places Father and 
Seppel climb when they hunt the chamois.” 

"What is your name?” asked Lucy, who much 
liked the looks of her little companion in her broad 
straw hat, with a bunch of Alpine roses in it, her 
thick striped frock, and white body and sleeves, 
braced with black ribbon; it was such a pleasant. 


LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


55 


fresh, open face, with such rosy cheeks and kindly 
blue eyes, that Lucy felt quite at home. 

'' I am little Katherl. This is the first time I 
have come up with Kose to the chalet, but I am big 
enough to milk the cows now. Ah! do you see 
Daisy, the black one with a white tuft? She is our 
leading cow, and she knows it, the darling. She 
never lets the others get into dangerous places; 
she leads them home at the sound of a horn; and 
when we go back to the village she will lead the 
herd with a flower on the point of each horn, and 
a wreath round her neck. The men will come up 
for us, Seppel and all; and may be Seppel will 
bring the prize medal for shooting with the rifle.” 

''But what do you do up here?” 

"We girls go up for the summer with the cows 
to the pastures, the grass is so rich and good on the 
mountains, and we make butter and cheese. Wait, 
and you shall taste. Sit down on that stone.” 

Lucy was glad to hear that promise, for the 
fresh mountain air had made her hungry. Katherl 


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LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 



skipped away towards a house with a projecting 
wooden balcony, and deep eaves, beautifully carved, 
and came back with a slice of bread and delicious 


butter, and a good piece of cheese, all on a Avooden 
platter, and a little boAvl of new milk. Lucy thought 
she had never tasted anything so nice. 

'' And now the gracious little lady will rest a 
little while,” said Ivatherl, ''whilst I go and help 
Lose to strain the milk.” 

So Lucy waited, but she felt so tired with her 
scramble that she could not help nodding off to 


LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


57 


sleep, though she would have liked very much to 
have stayed longer with the dear little Tyrolese. 
But we know by this time where she always found 
herself when she awoke. 




CHAPTER VI. 


AFIIICA. 

Oh! oh! here is a little dried crocodile come 
alive, and opening a horrid great month, lined with 
terrible teeth, at her. 

'No, he is no longer in the miiseum; he is in a 
broad river, yellow, heavy, and thick with rnnd; the 
borders are crowded with enormous reeds and rushes; 
there is no getting through ; no breaking away from 

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him; here he comes; liorrid, horrid beast! Oh, how 
could Lucy have been so foolish as to want to travel 
in Africa np to the higher parts of the Nile? How 
will she ever get back agiiin? He wdll gobble her 
up, her and Clare, who was trusted to her, and what 
will mamma and sister do? 

Hark! There’s a cry, a great shout, and out 
jumps a little black figure, with a stout club in his 
hand. Crash it goes down on the head of master 
crocodile. The uglj^ beast is turning over on its 
back and dying. Then Lucy has time to look at 
the little negro, and he has time to look at her. 
What a droll figure he is, with his w^ooly head and 
thick lips, the whites of his eyes and his teeth 
gleaming so brightly, and his fat little black person 
shining all over, as well it may, for he is rubbed 
from head to foot with castor-oil. There it glows 
on that bush, with broad, beautiful, folded leaves 
and red stems and the pretty grey and black nuts. 
Lucy only wishes the negroes would keep it all to 
polish themselves with, and not send any home. 


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LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


She wants to give the little black fellow some 
reward for saving her from the crocodile, and luckily 
Clare has on her long necklace of bine glass beads. 
She puts it into his hand, and he twists it round 
his black wool, and cuts such dances and capers for 
joy that Lucy can hardly stand for laughing; but 
the sun shines scorching hot upon her, and she gets 
under the shade of a tall date palm, with 'big leaves 
all shooting out together at the top, and fine bunches 
of dates below, all fresh and green, not like those 
papa sometimes gives her at dessert. 

The little negro, Tojo, asks if she would like 
some. He takes her by the hand, and leads her into 
a whole cluster of little round mud huts, telling her 
that he is Tojo, the king’s son; she is his little sister, 
and these are all his mothers! Which is his real 
mother Lucy cannot quite make out, for she sees 
an immense party of black women, all shiny and 
polished, with a great many beads wound round 
their heads, necks, ankles, and wrists; and nothing 
besides the tiniest short petticoats : and all the 


LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


63 


fattest are the smartest; indeed, they have gourds 
of milk beside them, and are drinking it all day long 
to keep themselves fat. I'^o sooner however is Lucy 
led in among them, than they all close round, some 
singing and dancing, and others laughing for joy, 
and crying, ''Welcome, little daughter, from the land 
of spirits! ” And then she finds out that they think 
she is i*eally Tojo’s little sister, who died ten moons 
ago, come back again from the grave as a white 
spirit. 

Tojo’s own mother, a very fat woman indeed, 
holds out her arms, as big as bed-posts and terribly 
greasy, gives her a dose of sour milk out of a gourd, 
makes her lie down with her head in her lap, and 
begins to sing to her, till Lucy goes to sleep; and 
wakes, very glad to see the crocodile as brown 
and hard and immovable as ever; and that odd 
round gourd with a little hole in it, hanging up near 
the ceiling. 



CHAPTER VII. 


LAPLANDERS. 

It shall not be a hot country next time,” said 
Lucy, ” though, after all, the whale oil was not much 
worse than the castor oil. — Mother Bunch, did your 
whaler always go to Greenland, and never to any 
nicer place?” 

”Well, Missie, once we were driven between 
foul winds and icebergs up into a fiord near l^orth 


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LITTLE LUCY’S AVONDERFUL GLOBE. 


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Cape, right at midsummer, and I’ll never forget 
what we saw there.” 

Lucy was not likely to forget, either, for she 
found herself standing by a narroAv inlet of sea, as 
blue and smooth as a lake, and closely shut in, ex- 
cept on the west, with red rocky hills and precipices 
Avith pine-trees groAving on them, except where the 
bare rock Avas too steep, or Avhere on a someAvhat 
smoother shelf stood a timbered house, with a farm- 
yard and liarns all round it. But the odd thing was 
that the sun was where she had never seen him 
before, — quite in the north, making all the shadows 
come the wrong way. But hoAV came the sun to be 
visible at all so very late? Ah! she knew it now; 
this Avas NorAvay, and at this time of the year there 
was no night at all! 

And here beside her was a little felloAv with 
a bow and arrows, such as she had never seen 
before, ex'cept in the hands of the little Cupids in 
the pictures in the drawing-room. Mother Bunch 
had said that the little brown boys in India looked 


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LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


like the bronze Cnpid who was on the mantelshelf, 
but this little boy was white, or rather sallow- faced, 
and well dressed too, in a tight, round, leather 
cap, and a dark blue kind of shaggy gown with 
hairy leggings; and what he was shooting at was 
some kind of wild-dnck or goose, that came tumbling 
down heavily with the arrow right through its neck. 

” There,” said the boy, ''Til take that, and sell 
it to the IN^orse farmer’s wife up in the house above 
there.” 

”Who are yon, then?” said Lucy. 

''I’m a Lapp. We live on the hills, where the 
Norseman has not driven ns away, and where th*e 
reindeer find their grass in summer and moss in 
winter.” 

"Oh! have you got reindeer? I should so like 
to see them and to drive in a sledge! ” 

The boy, whose name was Peder, laughed, and 
said, "You can’t go in a sledge except when it is 
winter, with snow and ice to go upon, but I’ll soon 
show you a reindeer.” 


LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE 


69 



COWS, much like Lucy’s friends iu the Tyrol, then 
out upon the gray moorland, where there was an 
odd little cluster of tents covered with skins, and 
droll little, short, stumpy people running about them. 


Then he led the way, past the deliciously 
smelling, Avhispering pine woods that sheltered 
the ^^orwegian homstead, past a seater, or moun- 
tain meadow where the girls were pasturing their 


NORWEGIAN HOMESTEAD. 




LAPLANDERS 





LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


71 


Peder gave a curious long cry, put his hand 
in his pocket, and pulled out a lump of salt. Pres- 
ently, a pair of long horns appeared, tlien another, 
then a whole herd of the deer with big heads and 
horns growing a good deal forAvard. The salt Avas 
held to them, and a rope Avas fastened to all their 
horns that they might stand still in a line, while the 
little Lapp women milked them. Peder went up to 
one of the women, and brought back a little cupful 
of milk for his visitor; it Avas all that one deer gave, 
but it AAuis so rich as to be almost like drinking 
cream. 

lie led her into one of the tents, but it Avas very 
smoky, and not much cleaner than the tent of the 
Esquimaux. It is a wonder how Lucy could go to 
sleep there, but she did, heartily Avishing herself 
somewhere else. 



CHAPTER VIII. 

CHIKA. 

Was it the scent of the perfumed tea, a present 
from an old sailor friend, which IMrs. Hunker was 
putting away, or was it the sight of the red jar orna- 
mented with little black-and-gold men, with round 

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LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


78 


caps, long petticoats, and pigtails, that caused Lucy 
next to open her eyes , upon a cane sofa, with cush- 
ions ornamented with figures in colored silks? The 
floor of the room was of shining inlaid wood; there 
were beautifully woven mats all round; stands made 
of red lacquer work, and seats of cane and bamboo; 
and there was a round window, through which could 
be seen a beautiful garden, full of flowering shrubs 
and trees, a clear pond lined with colored tiles in the 
middle, and over the wall the gilded roof of a 
pagoda, like an umbrella, only all in ridge and 
furrow, and with a little bell at every spoke. 
Beyond, were beautifully and fantastically shaped 
hills, and a lake below with pleasure boats on it. 
It was all wonderfully like a pretty china bowl come 
to life, and Lucy knew she was in China, even 
before there came into the room, toddling upon her 
poor little, tiny feet, a young lady with a small 
yellow face, little slips of eyes sloping upwards from 
her flat nose, and back hair combed up very tight 
from her face and twisted with flowers and orna- 


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LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE, 


ineiits. She had ever so many robes on, the edge of 
one peeping out below the other, and at the top a 



sort of blue China-crape tunic, with very wide, loose 
sleeves dropping an immense way from her hands. 
There was no gathering in at the waist, and it 




LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


75 


reached to her knees, where a still more splendid 
white silk, embroidered, trailed along. She had a 
big fan in her hand; but Avhen she saw the visitor 
she went np to a beautiful little, low table, with an 
ivory frill round it, where stood some dainty, deli- 
cate tea-cups and saucers. Into one of these she 
put a little ball, about as big as an oak-apple, of tea- 

leaves; a maid dressed like herself poiu*ed hot water 

# 

on it, and handed it on a lacquer- work tray. Lucy 
took it, said, '' Thank you,” and then waited. 

” Is it not good?” said the little hostess. 

''It must be! You are the real tea people,” said 
Lucy: "but I was waiting for sugar and milk.” 

" That would spoil it,” said the Chinese damsel; 
" only outer barbarians would think of such a thing. 
And, ah! I see you are one! See, Ki-hi, what 
monstrous feet! ” 

" They are not bigger than your maid’s,” said 
Lucy, rather disgusted. " Why are yours so small? ” 
"Because my mother and nurse took care of me 
when I was a baby, and bound them up that they 



A MANDARIN 





LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


77 


might not grow big and ugly like those of the poor 
creatures who have to run about for their husbands, 
feed silk worms, and tend ducks ! ’’ 

''' But shouldn’t you like to walk without almost 
tumbling down?” said Lucy. 

Xo, indeed! Me, a daughter of a mandarin of 
the blue button! You are a mere barbarian to think 
a lady ought to want to walk. Do you not see that 
I never do anything? Look at my lovely nails.” 

I think they are claws,” said Lucy ; ” do you 
never break them?” 

” Yo; when they are a little longer, I shall wear 
silver shields for them, as my mother does.” 

” And do yon really nevei* work? ” 

I should think not,” said the young lady, 
scornfully fanning herself; I leave that to the 
common folk, who are obliged to. Come with me 
and let me lean on you, and I will give you a peep 
through the lattice, that you may see that my father 
is far above making his daughter work. See, there 
he sits, with his moustachios hanging down to his 


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LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


chin, and his pig-tail to his heels, and the blue 
dragon embroidered on his breast, watching wdiile 
they prepare the hall for a grand dinner. There 
will be a stew of puppy dog, and another of kittens, 
and bird’s-nest soup; and then the players will come 
and act part of the nine-night tragedy, and we will 
look through the lattice. Ah! father is smoking 
opium, that he may be serene and in good spirits! 
Does it make your head ache? Ah! that is because 
you are a mere outer barbarian. She is asleep, Ki- 
hi; lay her on the sofa, and let her sleep. How 
ugly her pale hair is, almost as bad as her big feet!” 


/ 





A MARRIAGE CARNIVAL IN NORWAY 



CHAPTER IX. 


KAMSCHATKA. 

Lucy had been disappointed at not having a 
drive with the reindeer, and she had been telling 
Don how useful his relations were in other places. 
Behold, she awoke in a wide plain, where, as far as 
her eye could reach, there was nothing but snow. 
The few fir-trees that stood in the distance were 
heavily laden; and Lucy herself, — where was she? 
Going very fast? Yes, whisking over the snow 
with all her might and main, and muffled up in 
cloaks and furs, as indeed was necessary, for her 
breath froze upon the big muffler round her throat, 
so that it seemed to become as hard as a stone wall; 
and by her side was a little boy, muffled up quite as 
close, with a cap, or rather hood, casing his whole 
head, his hands gloved in fur up to the elbows, and 
long fur boots. He had an immense long whip in 


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WHISKIXG OVER THE SNOW WITH ALL HER MIGHT AND MAIN, MUFFLED UP 

IN CLOAKS AND FURS. 


LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


83 


his hand, and was flourishing it, and striking wtih 
it — at what? They were an enormous way off 
from him, but they really were very big dogs, 
rushing along like the wind, and bearing along 
with them — what? Lucy’s ambition — a sledge, 
a thing without wheels, but gliding along most 
rapidly on the hard snow; flying, flying almost 
fast enough to take away her breath, and leaving 
birds, foxes, and any creature she saw for one 
instant, far behind. And — what was very odd 
— the young driver had no reins; he shouted at 
the dogs and now and then threw a stick at them, 
and they quite seemed to understand, and turned 
when he wanted them * to turn. Lucy wondered 
how he or they knew the way, it all seemed such 
a waste of snow. They went so fast that at first 
she was unable to speak; then she ventured on 
gasping out, ''Well, I’ve been in an express train, 
but this beats it! Where are you going?” 

"To Petropawlowsky, to change these skins 
- for coffee, and rice,” answered the boy. 


84 


What skins are they?” asked Lucy. 

'' Bears’ — big brown bears that father killed 
in a cave — and wolves’ and those of the little 
ermine and sable that we trap. We get much, 
much for the white ermine and his black tail. 
Father’s coming in another sledge with, oh! such 
a big pile. Don’t you hear his dogs yelp? AVe’ll 
win the race yet! Ugh! boo! hoo! ho-o-o-o! — 
On! on! lazy ones, on, I say! don’t let the old 
dogs catch the young ones ! ” 

Crack, crack, went the whip; the dogs yelped 
with eagerness, — they don’t bark, those ^N^orthern 
dogs; the little Kamschatkadale bawled louder and 
louder, and never saw when Lucy rolled off behind, 
and was left in the middle of a huge snowdrift, while 
he flew on with his load. 

Here were his father’s dogs overtaking her; 
and then some one was picking her up. No, it 
was Don! and here was Mrs. Bunker exclaiming, 
'' Well, if here is not Miss Lucy asleep on Master’s 
old bearskin!” 









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CHAPTER X. 


THE TURK. 

''What a beautiful long necklace, Mrs. Bunker! 
May I have it for Lonicera?” 

"You may play with it while you are here, 
Missie, if you’ll take care not to break the string, 
but it is too curious for you to take home and lose. 
It is what they call a Turkish rosary; they say it is 
made of rose-leaves reduced to a paste and squeezed 
ever so hard together, and that the poor ladies that 
are shut up in the harems have little or nothing to 
do but to run them through their fingers.” 

"It has a very nice smell,” said Lucy, examining 
the dark brown beads, which hung rather loosely on 
their string, and letting them fall one by one through 
her hands, till of course that happened which she 
was hoping for: she woke on a long, low sofa, in 
the midst of a room all carpet and cushions, in bright 


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88 


LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


colors and gorgeous patterns, curling about with no 
particular meaning; and with a window of rich brass 
lattice-work. 

And by her side there was an odd bubbling, 
that put her in mind of blowing the soap-suds 
into a froth when preparing them for bubble 
blowing; but when she looked round she saw some- 
thing very unlike the long pipes her big brother 
used, or the basin of soap-suds. There was a 
beautifully shaped glass bottle, and into it went a 
very long twisting tube, like a snake coiled on the 
floor, and the other end of the serpent, instead of a 
head, had an amber mouth-piece which went between 
a pair of lips. Lucy knew it for a hubble-bubble or 
Turkish pipe, and saw that the lips were in a brown 
face, with big black eyes, round which dark bluish 
circles were drawn. The jet-black hair was pare- 
fully braided with jewels, and over it was thrown a 
great rose-colored gauze veil. There was a loose 
purple satin sort of pelisse over a white silk embroi- 
dered vest, tied in with a sash, striped with all 


LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


89 


manner of colors; also immense wide white trousers, 
out of which peeped a pair of brown bare feet, 
on which, however, were a splendid pair of slippers 
curled up at the toes. 

The owner seemed to be very little older than 
Lucy, and sat gravely looking at her for a little 
while, then clapped her hands. A black woman 
came, and the young Turkish maiden said, Bring 
coffee for the little Frank lady.” 

So a tiny table of mother-of-pearl was brought, 
and on it some exquisite little striped porcelain cups, 
standing not in saucers, but in silver filigree cups 
into, which they exactly fitted. Lucy remembered 
her Chinese experience, and did not venture to ask 
for milk or sugar, but she found that the real Turk- 
ish coffee was so pure and delicate that she could 
drink it without. 

” Where are your jewels?” then asked the little 
hostess. 

” I’m not old enough to have any.” 

” How old are you? ” 


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LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


"Mne! I’m only ten, and I shall be married 
next week 

'^Married! Oh, no, you are joking. 

''Yes, I shall. Selim Bey has paid my father 
the dowry for me, and I shall be taken to his house 
next week.” 

" And I suppose you like him very much.” 

"He looks big and tall,” said the child with 
exultation. "I saw him riding when I went with 
my mother to the Sweet Waters. 'Amina,’ she 
said, 'there is your lord, in the Frankish coat — 
with the white horse.’ ” 

"Have you not talked to him?” asked Lucy. 

"What should I do that for?” said Amina. 

"Aunt Bessie used to like to talk to nobody 
but Uncle Frank before they were married,” replied 
Lucy. 

"I shall talk enough when I am married,” said 
the little Turk. " I shall make him give me plenty 
of sweetmeats, and a carriage with two handsome 


LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


91 


bullocks, and the biggest Nubian black slave in the 
market to drive me to Sweet Waters, in a thin blue 
veil, with all my jewels on. Father says that Selim 
Bey will give me everything, and a Frank govern- 
ess. What is a governess? Is it anything like the 
little gold case you have round your neck?” 

”My locket with Mamma’s hair? Oh, no, no,” 
said Lucy, laughing ; '' a governess is a lady to 
teach you.” 

don’t want to learn any more,” said Amina, 
much disgusted; shall tell him I can make 
sweetmeats, and roll rose-leaves. What should I 
learn for?” 

” Should you not like to read and write?” 

'' Teaching is only meant for men,” replied 
Amina. '' They have got to read the Koran, but 
it is all ugly letters; I won’t learn to read.” 

''You don’t know how nice it is to read stories 
all about different countries,” said Lucy. "Ah! I 
wish I was in the schoolroom, at home, and I would 
show you how pleasant it is.” 


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And Lucy seemed to have her wish all at once, 
for she and Amina stood in her own schoolroom, but 
with no one else there. The first thing Amina did 
was to scream, ” Oh, what shocking windows ! even 
men can see in; shut them up.” She rolled herself 
up in her veil, and Lucy could only satisfy her by 
pulling down all the blinds, after which she ventured 
to look about a little. 'AYhat have you to sit on?” 
she, asked, with great disgust. 

” Chairs and stools,” said Lucy, laughing and 
showing them. 

” These little tables with four legs! How can 
you sit on them?” 

Lucy sat down and showed her. '' That is not 
sitting,” she said, and she tried to curl herself up 
cross-legged. 

Our teacher always makes us write a long 
grammar lesson if she sees us sitting with our legs 
crossed,” said Lucy, laughing with much amusement 
at Amina’s attempts to wriggle herself up on the 
stool from which she nearly fell. 


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LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


”Ah, I will never have a governess!’’ cried 
Amina. '' I will cry, and cry, and give Selim Bey 
no rest till he promises to let me alone. What a 
dreadful place this is! Where can you sleep?” 

” In bed, to be sure,” said Lucy. 

” I see no cushions to lie on.” 

"No; we have bedrooms, and beds there. We 
should not think of taking off our clothes here.” 

"What should you undress for?” 

" To sleep, of course.” 

"How horrible! We sleep in all our clothes 
wherever we like to lie down. We never undress 
but for the bath. Do you go to the bath?” 

" I have a bath every morning, when I get up, 
in my own room.” 

"Bathe at home! Then you never see your 
friends? We meet at the bath, and talk and play 
and laugh.” 

"Meet bathing! No, indeed! We meet at 
home, and out of doors,” said Lucy; "my friend 
Annie and I walk together.” 


LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


95 


"Walk together! what, in the street? Shock- 
ing! Yon cannot be a lady.” 

"Indeed 1 am,” said Lucy, coloring up. "My 
papa is a gentleman. And see how many books we 
have, and how much we have to learn! French, 
and music, and sums, and grammar, and history, and 
geography.” 

"I will not be a Frank! No, no! I will not 
learn,” said the alarmed Amina on hearing this 
catalogue poured forth. 

"Geography is very nice,” said Lucy; "here, 
are our maps. I will show you where you live. 
This is Constantinople.” 

" I live at Stamboul,” said Amina, scornfully. 

"There is Stamboul in little letters below — 
look.” 

"That Stamboul! The Frank girl is false; 
Stamboul is a large, large, beautiful place; not a 
little black speck. I can see it from my lattice. 
White houses and mosques in the sun, and the blue 
Golden Horn, with the little vessels gliding along.” 


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LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


Before Lucy could explain, the door opened, 
and one of her brothers put in his head. At once 
Amina began to scream and roll herself in the 
window curtain. ”A man in the harem! Oh! oh! 
oh? Were there no slip2)ers at the door?” And her 
screaming awoke Lucy, who found herself at her 
Uncle Joe’s again. 





A SCENE IN .SAVITZEKLAND 





CHAPTEE XI. 


switzerla:n^d. 

” I liked the mountain girl best of all/’ thought 
Lucy. wonder whether I shall ever get among 
the mountains again. There’s a great stick in the 
corner that Uncle Joe calls his alpenstock. I’ll go 
and read the names upon it. They are the names of 
all the mountains where he has used it.” 

She read Mount Blanc, Mount Cenis, the 
Wengern, and so on; and of course as she read 
and sung them over to herself, they lulled her otf 
into her wonderful dreams, and brought . her this 
time into a meadow, steep and sloping, but full of 
flowers, the loveliest flowers, of all kinds, growing 
aniong the long gi*ass that waved over them. The 
fresh, clear air was so delicious that she almost 
hoped she was back in her dear Tyrol; but the 
hills were not the same. She saw upon the slope 
quantities of cows, goats, and sheep, feeding just as 

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LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


on the Tyrolese Alps; but beyond was a dark row 
of pines, and above, in the sky as it were, rose all 
round great sharp points — like clouds for their 
whiteness, but not in their straight, jagged outlines. 



A GLACIER. 

And here and there the deep gray clefts between 
seemed to spread into white rivers, or over the 
ruddy purple of the half-distance came sharp white 
lines darting downwards. 

As she sat up in the grass and looked about 
her, a bark startled her. A dog began to growl. 


LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GTUBE. 


101 


bark, and dance round her, so that she would have 
been much frightened if the next moment a voice had 
not called him off — ''Fie, Brilliant, down; let the 
little girl alone. He is good, Madamoiselle, never 
fear. He helps me keep the cows.” 

" Who are you, then? ” 

" I am Maurice, the little herd-boy. I live with 
my grandmother, and work for her.” 

"What in keeping cows?” 

" Yes ; and look here ! ” 

"Oh, the delicious little cottage! It has eaves, 
and windows, and balconies, and a door, and little 
cows and sheep, and men and women, all in pretty 
white wood! You did not make it, Maurice? ” 

"Yes, truly I did; I cut it out with my knife, 
all myself.” 

"How clever you must be. And what shall 
you do with it? ” 

" I shall watch for a carriage with ladies wind- 
ing up that long road; and then I shall stand and 
take off my hat, and hold out my cottage. Perhaps 


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LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


they will buy it, and then I shall have enough to get 
grandmother a warm gown for the winter. When I 
grow bigger I will be a guide, like my father.” 

” A guide? ” 

”Yes, to lead travellers up to the mountain- 
tops. There is nowhere you English will not go. 
The harder a mountain is to climb, the more bent 
you are on going up. And oh, I shall love it too! 
There are the great glaciers, the bi-oad streams of 
ice that fill up the furrows of the mountains, with 
the crevasses so blue and beautiful and cruel. It 
was in one of them my father was swallowed up.” 

”Ah! then how can you love them?” said Lucy. 

” Because they are so grand and so beautiful,” 
said Maurice. ” other place has the like, and 
they make one’s heart swell with wonder, and joy 
in the God who made them. And it is only the 
brave who dare to climb them.” 

And Maurice’s eyes sparkled, and Lucy looked 
at the clear, stern glory of the mountain points, and 
felt as if she understood him. 


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CHAPTEK XII. 


THE COSSACK. 

Caper, caper; dance, dance. What a wonderful 
dance it was, just as if the little fellow had been 
made of cork, so high did he bound the moment he 
touched the ground; while he jerked out his arms 
and legs as if they were pulled by strings, like the 
Marionettes that had once performed in front of the 
window. Only, his face was all fun and life, and 
he did look so proud and delighted to show what he 
could do; and it was all in clear, fresh, open air, the 
whole extent covered with short, green grass, upon 
which were grazing herds of small lean horses, and 
flocks of sheep without tails, but with their wool 
puffed out behind into a sort of bustle or jpanier. 
There was a cluster of clean, white-looking houses 
in the distance; and Lucy knew that she was in the 


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106 LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 

great plains called the Steppes, that lie between 
the rivers Volga and Don. 

”Do you live there?” she asked, by way of 
beginning the conversation. 

''Yes; my father is the hetman of the Stantitza, 
and these are my holidays. I go to school at 
Tcherkask the greater part of the year.” 

" Tcherkask ! Oh, what a funny name ! ” 

" And you would think it a funny town if you 
were there. It is built on a great bog by the side 
of the river Volga; all the houses stand on piles of 
timber, and in the spring the streets are full of 
water, and one has to sail about in boats.” 

" Oh ! that must be delicious.” 

" I don’t like it as much as coming home and 
riding. See! ” and as he whistled, one of the horses 
came whinnying up, and put his nose over the boy’s 
shoulder. 

" Good fellow! But your horses are thin; they 
look little.” 


"Little?” cried the young Cossack. "Why, 


LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


107 


do you know what our little horses can do? There 
are not many armies in Europe that they have not 
ridden down, at one time or another. Why, the 
church at Tcherkask is hung all round with Colors 
we have taken from our enemies. There’s the 
Swede — didn’t Charles XII. get the worst of it 
Avhen he came in his big boots after the Cossack? — 
ay, and the Turk, and the Austrian, and the German, 
and the French? Ah! doesn’t my Grandfather tell 
how he rode his good little horse all the way from 
the Volga to the Seine, and the good Czar Alex- 
ander himself gave him the medal with 'Xot unto 
us, but unto Thy Name be the praise’ ? Our father 
the Czar does not think so little of us and our 
horses as you do, young lady.” 

”I beg your pardon,” said Lucy; did not 
know what your horses could do.” 

Oh, you did not ! That is some excuse for you. 
I’ll show you.” 

And in one moment he was on the back of his 
little horse, leaning dowm on its neck, and galloping 


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LITTLE LUCY’S WONUERFUL GLOBE. 


off over the green plain like the wind; but it seemed 
to Lucy as if she had only just watched him out of 
sight on one side before he was close to her on the 
other, having whirled round and cantered close up to 
her while she was looking the other way. ” Come up 
with me,” he said; and in one moment she had been 
swept lip before him on the little horse’s neck, and 
was flying so wildly over the Steppes that her breath 
and sense failed her, and she knew no more till she 
was safe by Mrs. Banker’s fireside again. 





“see now,” cuiei) the Spaniard, “stand there. auI .have you no castanets?” 



CHAPTER XIII. 


SPAIN. 

'' Suppose now I go to sleep again; what should I 

like to see next? A sunny place, I think, where 

there is sea to look at. Shall it be Spain, and shall 

it be among the poor people? Well, I think I shonld 

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LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


like to be where there is a little lady girl. I hope 
they are not all as lazy and conceited as the Chinese 
and the Turk.” 

So Lucy awoke in a large, cool room with a 
marble floor and heavy curtains, but with little 
furniture except one table, and a row of chairs 
ranged along the wall. It had two windows, one 
looking out into a garden, — such a garden ! — 
orange-trees with shining leaves and green and 
golden fruit and white flowers, and jasmines, and 
great lilies standing round about a marble court. 
In the midst of this court was a basin of red marble, 
where a fountain was playing, making a delicious 
splashing; and out beyond these sparkled in the sun 
the loveliest and most delicious of blue seas — the 
same blue sea, indeed, that Lucy had seen in her 
Italian visit. 

That window was empty; but the other, which 
looked out into the street, had cushions laid on the 
sill, an open-work stone ledge beyond, and little 
looking-glasses on either side. Leaning over this 


LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


113 


sill there was seated a little maiden in a white frock, 
but with a black lace veil fastened by a rose into 
her jet-black hair, and the daintiest, prettiest-shaped 
little feet imaginable in white satin shoes, which 
could be plainly seen as she knelt on the window- 
seat. 

"What are you looking at?” asked Lucy, com- 
ing to her side. 

"I’m watching for the procession. Then I 
shall go to church with mamma. Look! That way 
we shall see it come; these two mirrors reflect 
everything up and down the street.” 

"Are you dressed for church?” asked Lucy. 
"You have no hat on.” 

"Where does your grace come from not to 
know that a mantilla is what is fit for church? 
Mamma is being dressed in her black silk and her 
black mantilla.” 

"And your shoes? ” 

"I could not wear great, coarse, hard shoes,” 
said the little Dona Ines ; " It would spoil my feet. 



COUKT OF MYUTLES. 



COUKT OF LIONS. 

VIEWS IN THE ALHAMBRA, SPAIN. 






LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


115 


Ah ! I shall have time to show the Senorita what I 
can do. Can yonr grace dance?’’ 

I danced with Uncle Joe at our last Christmas 
party,” said Lucy, with great dignity. 

”See now,” cried the Spaniard; ” stand there. 
Ah! have yon no castanets?” And she quickly took 
out two very small ivory shells or bowls, each pair 
fastened together by a loop, through whi( h she 
passed her thumb so that the little spoons hung on 
her palm, and she could snap them together with her 
fingers. 

Then she began to dance round Lucy in the 
most graceful swimming way, now rising, now 
falling, and cracking her castanets together at 
intervals. Lucy tried to do the same, but her 
limbs seemed like a wooden doll’s compared with 
the suppleness and ease of Ines. She made sharp 
corners and angles, where the Spaniard floated so 
like a sea-bird that it was like seeing her fl}^ 
or float rather than merely dance, till at last the 
very watching her rendered Lucy drowsy and 


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LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


dizzy; and as the church bells began to ring, and 
the chant of the procession to sound, she lost all 
sense of being in sunny Malaga, the home of 
grapes. 







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CHAPTEK XIV. 


GERMANY. 

There was a great murmur and buzz of learning 
lessons; rows upon rows of little boys were sitting 
before desks, studying; very few heads looked up 
as Lucy found herself walking round the room — a 
large clean room, with maps hanging on the walls, 
but hot and w^eai-y-feeling, because there were no 
windows open and so little fresh air. 

What are you about, little boy?” she asked, 
am learning my verb,” he said; moneo^ 
mones^ monetP 

Lucy waited no longer, but moved off to another 
desk. ''And what are you doing?” 

" I am writing my analysis.” 

Lucy did not know what an analysis was, so 
she went a little further. "What are you doing 


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LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


here?” she said timidly, for these were somewhat 
bigger boys. 

”We are writing an essay on the individuality 
of self.” 

That was enough to frighten any one away, 
and Lucy betook herself to some quite little boys, 
with fat rosy faces and light hair. "Are you 
busy, too?” she said. 

" Oh yes ; we are learning the chief cities of the 
Fatherland.”' 

Lucy felt like the little boy in the fable, who 
could not get either the dog, or the bird, or the bee, 
to play with him. 

"When do you play?” she asked. 

"We have an hour’s interval after dinner, and 
another at supper-time, but then we prepare our 
work for the morrow,” said one of the boys, looking 
up well satisfied. 

"Work! work! Are you always at work?” 
exclaimed Lucy; "I only study from nine to twelve, 
and half an hour to get my lessons in the afternoon. 


LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


121 


"You are a maiden,” said the little boy with 
civil superiority; "your brothers study more hours.” 

" More ; yes, but not so many as you do. They 
play from twelve till two, and have a holiday on 
Saturday.” 

"So, you are not industrious. We are. That 
is the reason why we can all act together, and think 
together, so much better than any others; and we 
all stand as one irresistible power, the United 
Germany.” 

Lucy gave a little gasp ! it was all so very 
wise. 

"May I see your sisters?” she said. 

The little sisters, Gretchens and Katchens, were 
learning away almost as hard as the Hermanns 
and Fritzes, but the bigger sisters had what Lucy 
thought a better time of it. One of them was 
helping in the kitchen, and another in the ironing; 
but then they had their books and their music, and 
in the evening all the families came out into the 
pleasure gardens, and had little tables with coffee 


122 


LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


before them, and the mammas knitted, and the 
papas smoked, and the young ladies listened to 
the band. On the whole, Lucy thought she should 
not mind living in Germany, if they would not have 
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“All! MADEMOISELLE, GOOD MORNING. ARE YOU COME HERE TO TAKE SHELTER 

FROM THE SHELLS ? ” 





CHAPTER XV. 


PARIS IN THE SIEGE. 

” And Uncle Joe is in France, where the fathers 
and brothers of those little Prussian boys have been 
fighting. I wish I could see it.” 

There was a thunder and a whizzing in the air 
and a sharp rattling noise besides; a strange, damp, 
unwholesome smell too, mixed with that of gun- 
powder; and when Lucy looked up, she found 
herself down some steps in a dark, dull, vaulted- 
looking place, lined with stone, however, and open 
to the street above. A little lamp was burning in a 
corner, piles of straw and bits of furniture were 
lying about, and upon one of the bundles of straw 
sat a little rough-haired girl. 

”Ah! Madamoiselle, good morning,” she said. 
''Are you come here to take shelter from the shells? 
The battery is firing now; I do not think Mamma 

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LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


will come home till it slackens a little. She is gone 
to the distribution of meat, to get a jiiece of horse 
for my brother who is weak after his wounds. I 
wish I could offer you something, but we have 
nothing but water, and it is not even sugared.’’ 

^'Do you live down here? ” asked Lucy, looking 
round at the dreary place with wonder. 

”Not always. We used to have a pretty little 
house over this, but the cruel shells came crashing 
in, and flew into ^Dieces, tearing everything to 
splinters, and we are only safe from them down 
here. Ah, if I could only have shown you Mamma’s 
pretty room! But there is a great hole in the floor 
now, and the ceiling is all tumbling down, and the 
table broken.” 

” But why do you stay here? ” 

” Mamma and Emily say it is all the same. We 
are as safe in our cellar as we could be anywhere, 
and we should have to pay elsewhere.” 

” Then you cannot get out of Paris? ” 

'' Oh no, while the Prussians are all round us. 


LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


127 


and shut us in. My brothers are all in the Garde 
Mobile, and, you see, so is my doll. Every one 
must be a soldier, now. My dear Adolphe, hold 
yourself straight.” (And there the doll certainly 
showed himself perfectly drilled and disciplined.) 
” March — right foot forward — Jeft foot forward.” 
But in this movement, as may be well supposed, 
little Coralie had to help her recruit a good deal. 

Lucy was surprised. ” So you can play even in 
this dreadful place?” she said. 

” Oh yes ! What’s the use of crying and weary- 
ing one’s self ? I do not mind as long as they leave 
me my kitten, my dear little Minette.” 

” Oh ! what a pretty, long-haired kitten ! But 
how small and thin ! ” 

"Yes, truly, the poor Minette! The cruel 
people ate her mother, and there is no milk — no 
milk, and my poor Minnette is almost starved, 
though I give her bits of my bread and soup; 
but the bread is only bran and sawdust, and she 
likes it no more than I.” 


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LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


"Ate up her mother! ” 

"Yes. She was a superb Cyprus cat, all gray; 
but, alas! one day she took a walk in the street, and 
they caught her, and then indeed it was all over 
with her. I only hope Minette will not get out, 
but she is so lean that they would find little but 
bones and fur.” 

"Ah! how I wish I could take you and her 
home to Uncle Joe, and give you both good bread 
and milk! Take my hand, and shut your eyes, and 
we will wish and wish very hard, and, perhaps, you 
will come there with me. Paris is not so very 
far off.” 





^^GOOD MORXIXG. 'WHERE DID YOLT COME FROM?” 



CHAPTER XVI. 


THE AMERICAN^ GUEST. 

Xo ; wishing very hard did not bring poor little 
French Coralie home with Lucy; bnt something 
almost as wonderful happened. Just at the time 
in the afternoon when Lucy used to ride off on her 
dream to visit some wonderful place, there came a 
ring at the front door; a quite real substantial 
ring, that did not sound at all like any of the 
strange noises of the strange worlds that she had 
lately been hearing, but had the real tinkle of 
Uncle Joe’s own bell. 

''Well,” said Mrs. Bunker, "what can that be, 
coming at this time of day? It can never be the 
doctor coming home without sending orders! Don’t 
you be running out. Miss Lucy ; there’ll be a draught 
of cold air right in.” 

Lucy stood still; very anxious, and wondering 


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LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


whether she should see anything alive, or one of her 
visitors from various countries. 

” There is a letter fi’om Mr. Seaman,” said a 
brisk young voice, that would have been very 
pleasant if it had not gone a little through the 
nose; and past Mrs. Bunker there walked into the 
full light a little boy, a year or two older than Lucy, 
holding out one hand as he saw her and taking off 
his hat with the other. '' Good morning,” he said, 
quite at his ease; ''is this where you live?” 

" Good morning,” returned Lucy, though it was 
not morning at all; "where do you come from?” 

"Well, I’m from Paris last; but when I’m at 
home, I’m at Boston. I am Leonidas Saunders, 
of the great American Pepublic.” 

"Oh, then you are not real, after all?” 

"Beal! I should hope I was a genuine article.” 

"Well, I was in hopes that you were real, only 
you say you come from a strange country, like the 
rest of them, and yet you look just like an English 
boy.” 


LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


133 


'' Of course I do! my great grandfather came 
from England,” said Leonidas; ''we all speak 
English as well, or better, than you do in the 



"I can’t understand it!” said Lucy; "did you 
come like other people, by the train, not like the 
children in mv dreams?” 

And then Leonidas explained all about it to 
her: how his father had brought him last year 
to Europe and had put him to school at Paris; 
but when the war broke out, and most of the 


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stranger scholars were taken away, no orders came 
about him, because his father was a merchant and 
was away from home, so that no one ever knew 
whether the letters had reached him. 

So Leonidas had gone on at school without 
many tasks to learn, to be sure, but not very com- 
fortable: it was so cold, and there was no wood to 
burn; and he disliked eating horses and cats and 
rats, quite as much as Coralie did, though he was 
not in a part of the town w'here so many shells 
from the cannons came in. 

At last when Lucy’s uncle and some other 
good gentlemen with the red cross on their sleeves, 
obtained leave to enter Paris and take some relief 
to the poor, sick people in the hospitals, the people 
Leonidas was with, told the gentleman that there 
was a little American left behind in their house. 

Mr. Seaman, which was Uncle Joe’s name, 
went to see about him, and found that he had 
once known his father. So, after a great deal of 
trouble, it had been managed that the boy should be 


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LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


allowed to leave the city. He had been driven in 
a coach, he told Lucy, with some more Americans 
and English, and with flags with stars and stripes 
or else Union Jacks all over it; and whenever 
they came to a French sentry, or afterwards to a 
Prussian, they were stopped till he called an officer, 
who looked at their papers and let them go on. 

Mr. Seaman had taken charge of Leonidas, 
and given him the best dinner he had eaten for a 
long time, but as he was going to another city to 
other hospitals, he could not keep the boy with him; 
so he had put him in charge of a friend who was 
going to London, to send him down to Mrs. Bunker. 

Fear of Lucy’s rash was pretty well over now, 
and she was to go home in a day or two; so the chil- 
dren were allowed to be together, and they enjoyed 
it very much. Lucy told about her dreams, and 
Leonidas had a good deal to tell of what he had 
really seen on his travels. They wished very much 
that they could both see one of these wonderful 
dreams together, only — what should it be? 


















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THE DREAM OE ALL NATIONS. 

What should it be? She thought of Arabs with 
their tents and horses, and Leonidas told her of Ked 
Indians with their war-paint, and little Xegroes 
dancing round the sugar-boiling, till her head began 
quite to swim and her ears to buzz; and all the chil- 
dren she had seen and she had not seen seemed to 
come round her, and join hands and dance. 

Oh, such a din ! A little Highlander in his tartans 
stood on a barrel in the middle, making his bag- 
pipes squeal away; a Chinese with a bald head and 
long pigtail beat a gong, and capered with a solemn 
face; a Xorwegian herd-boy blew a monstrous bark 
cow-horn; an Indian juggler twisted snakes round 
his neck to the sound of the tom-tom; and Lucy 
found herself and Leonidas whirling round with a 
young Dutch planter between them, and an Indian 

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LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


with a crown of feathers upon the other side of lier. 

”Oh! ” she seemed to herself to cry, ”what are 
you doing? How do you all come here?” 

We are from all the nations who are friends, 
brethren,” said the voices; we all bring our stores: 
the sugar, rice, and cotton of the West; the silk and 
coffee and spices of the East; the tea of China; the 
furs of the North: it is all exchanged from one to 
the other, and should teach us to be all brethren, 
since we cannot thrive one without the other.” 

” It all comes to our country, because we are 
clever to work it up, and send it out to be used in 
its own homes,” said the Highlander; ”it is English 
and Scotch machines that weave your cottons, ay, 
and make your tools.” 

”No; it is America that beats you all,” cried 
Leonidas; "what had you to do but to sit down and 
starve, when we sent you no cotton ? ” 

"If you send cotton, ’tis we that weave it,” cried 
the Scot. 

Lucy was almost afraid they would come to 


LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 


141 


blows over which was the greatest and most skilful 
country. ”It cannot be buying and selling that 
make nations love one another, and be peaceful,” 
she thought. ''Is it being learned and wise?” 

" But the Prussian boys are studious and wise, 
and the French are clever and skilful, and yet they 
have had that dreadful war: I wonder what it is that 
would make and keep all these countries friends ! ” 

And then there came an echo back to little 
Lucy: "For out of Zion shall go forth the Law, 
and the word of the Lord from Jerusalem. And 
He shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke 
many people; and they shall beat their swords into 
ploughshares, and their spears into pruning-hooks; 
nations shall not lift up sword against nation, neither 
shall they war any more.” 

Yes; the more they learn and keep the law of 
the Lord, the less there will be of those wars. To 
heed the true law of the Lord will do more for peace 
and oneness than all the cleverness in book-learning, 
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